From my foster parents, the Deans, I received the love that was ultimately to strengthen me, even when I had forgotten its source. It was my foster mother, a half-Indian, half-German woman, who taught me to read, though she herself… — Walter Dean Myers Copy Share Image
I came to Harlem from West Virginia when I was three, after my mother died. My father, who was very poor, gave me up to two wonderful people, my foster parents. — Walter Dean Myers Copy Share Image
When we think of war, the tendency is to picture young soldiers only in their military roles. To a large extent this dehumanizes the… — Walter Dean Myers Copy Share
The most difficult idea to reconcile in war is the notion that anything is going to be solved by killing a stranger, or in… — Walter Dean Myers Copy Share
Within the black community, roughly 60 percent of children are born to single moms. Moms don't have the emotional wherewithal to deal with their… — Walter Dean Myers Copy Share
“pain is the only real emotion. Everything else can be taken away. Love,happiness,joy can always be taken away. Even old sadness can be dissipated… — Walter Dean Myers Copy Share
“People who want to hate you can find something in you they don't like. They have a talent for doing that.” — Walter Dean Myers Copy Share
One of the lessons learned during the Vietnam War was that the depiction of wounded soldiers, of coffins stacked higher than their living guards,… — Walter Dean Myers Copy Share
I am very much interested in getting parents to read to children, and trying to get people mentoring children. If I can do both… — Walter Dean Myers Copy Share
We need to tell young people that America was built by men and women of all colors and that the future of this country… — Walter Dean Myers Copy Share
“Sometimes everybody touches in the dark. You touch to see what you can stand to touch, what you can to feel with your fingers… — Walter Dean Myers Copy Share
Yeah, that's funny, huh?...Something hurts you real bad and you get used to it. Like being hurt becomes part of who you are. — Walter Dean Myers Copy Share
“Love came to me, but it Just wasn't for me. It touched my heart and left it Lying on the shore, and Love smiled… — Walter Dean Myers Copy Share
“That night the mosquitoes ate us up. I had bites all over my body. Back home I thought mosquitoes never bit black people. Not… — Walter Dean Myers Copy Share
